South Wind, North Alley, Only Me Remains

On the family memorial holiday, my husband, who had bound himself to a world-traveling system to carry out missions in ancient times, suddenly came home. He had been gone three years without a word, and everyone said he was never coming back. But now, out of nowhere, he appeared and held me tight. "Manny, I'm back!" That familiar scent of mint filled my nose. With trembling hands, I gripped his clothes and asked: